When I was five I remember getting ripped on for being a “crappy kicker.”

Most of you who know me are probably think,”shit ‘crappy kicker’? more like crappy runner.” I know I still am a crappy runner, but just wait that will come back into my story

But, back to the point, crappy kicking. So I was in kindergarten and the guys at recess called me a crappy kicker one day at the kick ball pitch. I remember coming home and probably being a little pissed and distraught. I talked to my mom about it, and I will always remember her response. I wasn’t coddled, or told that it’s ok,”you’re still a winner in my book.” (which as a side-note, I have always been told, mostly because its true). But rather I was greeted with a simple,”Well, are you?”

We went outside, she rolled the ball, and turns out, I was in fact a crappy kicker. It was perfect, I was a crappy kicker and I was aware of it. Perfect, I’m five years old and I am the most self-actualized kid on the block. Three hundred and forty-eight life points for me.

For the sake of the story, lets say this happened on a Monday. Well everyday when I got home, my mom and me would go outside and she’d roll me the ball and I would kick it against the garage, and you know what…by Friday I wasn’t a crappy kicker anymore.

Every morning I wake up and look myself in the mirror. It’s the greatest thing in the world. I inventory: here’s what I’m good at it, here’s what I’m not so good at, and here’s what I just don’t give a crap about anymore. Pure, unadulterated truth. It’s beautiful.

I break my shortcomings (be it personal, professional or other haha) into “not so good at” and “don’t give a crap” because it’s true, we need to learn just to let some stuff go. I mean really, just let it go, take it and fling it to the tide. We’re always capable of getting better, that’s why we want to realize the “not so good at” things.

Take it to work tomorrow. Watch how far it can go. You know what’s cooler than telling everyone how great you are, telling everyone who you really are. The world’s getting smarter, we’re/they’re starting to read through the bullshit.

DISCLAIMER: If you go to work and in a spurt of “honesty” you get fired, or everyone thinks you’re a certifiable whack-job, you will not hold me responsible for any of the negative consequences. With that being said, if anything good happens, you could totally accredit me.

Thanks for your time, and as always,

mjb

Oh and PS, Thanks Mom.